Fall In the heartland "a Quatrain"

A poem about fall in my home state

When summer wanes in the land that I call home.

The oppressive humidity drops and I can breath again.

Heat subsides and I feel the freedom to roam.

Goodbye to hot summer days, I will not greive for them.



Walk through the forrest and hear the soul warming crunch

The earth below your feet blanketed with the victims of another fall.

A sweet and musty smell of plant decay during a picnic lunch

In this atmosphere the food tastes better and I'm having a ball.



Driving down the highway on friday night I see a distant glowing.

Calling out to the vastness in the beautiful fall night, "here we are"

When you reach the next town you find the traffic and people flowing

Flocking to the frenzied high school stadium from near and far.